Follow your Dream

Follow your dream.
Take one step at a time and don't settle for less,
Just continue to climb.
Follow your dream.
If you stumble, don't stop and lose sight of your goal
Press to the top.
For only on top can we see the whole view,
Can we see what we've done and what we can do;
Can we then have the vision to seek something new,
Press on.
Follow your dream.
   ~ Amanda Bradley

Hands of Time

If the hands of time were hands that I could hold,
I'd keep them warm, and in my hands, they'd not turn cold.
Hand in hand we'd choose, the moments that should last;
the lovely moments that should have no future and no past.
The summer from the top of a swing,
the comfort in the sound of a lullaby,
the innocense of leaves in the spring,
but, most of all, the moment when love first touched me
All the happy days would never learn to fly
until the hands of time would choose to wave "Good-bye"
       ~ Unknown

Song of Long Ago

Carole King - part of the tapestry of my early years - wonderful songwriter.
a little melancholy, but I believe this song describes the joy of remembering  those that were long lost.

Song of Long Ago

Whispering wind came uninvited
Looking for somewhere else to go
Here is a lamp I've left unlighted
Aren't you someone I should know?

Memory's flame is soon ignited
Lighting my lamp with amber glow
Quietly friends are reunited
Singing a song of long ago

Cry, cry for someone
Who just can't be happy
And be glad you can feel enough to cry

Younger than always, time descended
Bringing me brand new seeds to sow
Now that they've been a long time planted
What must I do to help them grow?

If it had been as I intended
I wouldn't have the peace I know
Loving the people I've befriended
Singin' a song of long ago

As it began, so I will end it
Singing a song of long ago
Loving the people I've befriended
And singin' a song of long, long, long ago

Come and let me look in your eyes

John Denver was a huge inspiration to me, growing up.  I learned to play his songs on the first instruments I dabbled with (Recorder and organ), sang along with his albums, and we sang many of his tunes in the car and around campfires.  This is one of my favorites.  If you have ever loved someone,  you know the power of simply gazing into that someone's eyes, when you need them the most.  [Although this is highly difficult with a chameleon  ;-)  ]

I guess growin' isn't hard to do, just stand against the wall
Once I was just two feet high
Today I'm six feet tall
But knowin' who to listen to, is somethin' else again
Words just whistle around my head
like seasons in the wind
All across the water the clouds are sailin'
they won't let me look at the sky
All I want to do is try to find myself
Come and let me look in your eyes

In searchin' for the way to go I've followed all the rules
The way they say to choose between the wise men and the fools
I listened to the words they say
I read what I should read
I do whatever's right to do
Try to be what I should be
Someone let me in I think the sky is falling
Seems I've gotten lost on my way
All I want to do is try to find myself
Come and let me look in your eyes
But wisdom isn't underground, nor on a mountainside
Where am I to take myself, there's no place here to hide Where can I hide
All across the universe the stars are fadin' seems I've gotten lost on my way
All I want to do is try to find myself
Come and let me look in your eyes

The Rose

Bette Midler  'nuf said
There are some beautiful versions of this out there - be sure to listen to a few.  :-)



Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower, and you, it's only seed.

It's the heart, afriad of breaking, that never learns to dance.

Peace Rose

It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
It's the one, who won't be taken, who cannot seem to hear
and the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember, in the winter, deep beneath the bitter snow
Lies a seed, that when the suns thaw, in the spring, becomes
a Rose

Begin where you are

I found this poem as a teen, and tucked it away with other treasured poems.  I feel it is a good one to start with, for our collection of poems.

If you want to be happy, begin where you are.
Don't wait for some rapture, that's future and far
Begin to be joyous, begin to be glad,
And soon you'll forget, that you ever were sad
    - Author Unknown